Yesterday Herkamer decided that he needed a motorcycle in the middle of the night, and he awoke his dear wife Gertrude to tell her at two-thirty in the morning. After tossing and turning for a while, he decided to look on the internet at motorcycles for sale, but awoke Gertrude again to let her know he was going to look. She promptly threw a pillow in his direction as he walked obliviously out the bedroom door.
Herkamer settled into the office next to the bedroom where the computer was located and began to look. His slightly overweight body always made the office chair squeak, but he totally disregarded the fact that Gertrude was trying to sleep next door. He searched motorcycles for sale and began to look at their awesome appearances and styles. Since Herkamer had never ridden a motorcycle before, he really had no idea what to buy, but he knew he needed an awesome looking big one. “Oh yeah!” he said loudly as he observed a five hundred bike, but then he saw a six hundred, then a seven fifty, but then a one thousand. “Now that's what I'm talking about,” Herkamer said excitedly. His dreaming was abruptly interrupted when Gertrude opened the bedroom door and said, “Herky, I am trying to sleep in here.” “Oh, okay, sorry honey” he replied excitedly, “but come look at this bike. This it the one like I want. It's sparkle red with all the chrome,” He was going to continue when Gertrude said sharply, “Herky, it's three o' clock in the morning. Can't this wait?” “Oh sure, Gerty,” Herkamer replied, “we'll look in the morning”.
Gertrude closed the door and went back to bed, but Herkamer continued to look at the awesome looking bike and decided to print a picture of it. When he clicked the printer button, the printer began to make all kinds of noises. “Click, clack, baroom, tick, tick, tick, bing.” went the printer until it stopped midway through the printing. The computer screen showed out of ink. “But how could that be?” Herkamer questioned aloud. “I just put ink in this stupid thing two days ago.” Herkamer picked up the printer and began to shake it.”Stupid printer” he said loudly as he shook the devise, and suddenly the tray fell out. “Kablam!” the tray hit the floor and threw paper everywhere. Herkamer shuffled around through the scattered papers until his foot slipped on one of them. The printer flew out of Herkamer's hand, hit a metal filing cabinet in the room and slammed to the floor. “Crash!” went the printer and plastic pieces flew everywhere.
With that horrendous sound, Gertrude appeared angrily out of the bedroom again, and said...
Stay tuned for more of the story tomorrow. Same blog time. Same blog spot. Until tomorrow...Why Say More?
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